The birds that thank you
Do you remember the day we started poetry, Ben?
Was two weeks ago and then
Blossomed poems by wit women & men
It was like joining our future… Ben.
Apposing sentences in rows
Others as trees & others as straws
Veins in verses revealed present
Guiding us in heavenly Eden… Ben.
We were innocent as seep
Seeking the truth in common gig
Souls converted into ash
Living today our past… Ben.
Minds exploded in bright sparks
Saved by vicious & the darks
Birds never fly in same tracks
Thus, we ought you many Thanks.